Mrs. Delane: Well, now, I wonder none of the police would have followed you with it from the barracks—and they with so little to do——
Sergeant: (Looking in at Quirke’s shop.) Well, I am sorry to do what I have to do, but duty is duty.
(He ransacks shop. Mrs. Delane looks on. Mr. Quirke puts his head out of window.)
Mr. Quirke: What is that going on inside? (No answer.) Is there any one inside, I ask? (No answer.) It must be that dog of Tannian’s—wait till I get at him.
Mrs. Delane: It is Sergeant Carden, Mr. Quirke. He would seem to be looking for something——
(Mr. Quirke appears in shop. Sergeant comes out, makes another dive, taking up sacks, etc.)
Mr. Quirke: I’m greatly afraid I am just out of meat, Sergeant—and I’m sorry now to disoblige you, and you not being in the habit of dealing with me——
Sergeant: I should think not, indeed.
Mr. Quirke: Looking for a tender little bit of lamb, I suppose you are, for Mrs. Carden and the youngsters?
Sergeant: I am not.